The Rose

How did the rose ever open its heart and give to this worl all its beauty? It felt the encouragement of Light against its being. ~ Hafiz

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The Gift by Hafiz

The sun’s eyes are painting fields again. Its lashes with expert strokes Are sweeping across the land. A great palette of light has embraced This earth. Hafiz, if just a little clay and water Mixed in His bowl Can yield such exquisite scents, sights, Music – and whirling forms – What unspeakable wonders must await…

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